"This is the source that left some traces, and it can still be reached. But how many extraordinary source realms are there that have completely dissipated and nothing is left? It's impossible to tell." Wang Xuan said to himself.
I was lost in thought for a short while, pondering the vast ocean of myths behind the land of destiny.
When the eight new True Kings learned that there was a disaster master here, they were petrified and finally came to the 36th heaven to visit Wang Xuan one after another.
Wang Xuan took this opportunity to see more remnants of natural disasters. At the same time, he also learned from these True Kings that the shortest duration of their origins was more than hundreds of centuries.
In the unified land of Mythology, there are now 36 source sites covered in snow.
300 years later, Wang Yuan realized that it would no longer appear without a source. The others should have been completely annihilated and nothing would be left.
When the myth was frozen for 500 years, Wang Xuan left behind an incarnation of himself and left the myth realm, heading towards the unknown "deep space".
Based on the known information, he wanted to travel through all the old universes that were abandoned by the extraordinary source, absorbing the Tao and collecting scriptures.
It was as if, during the black snow of the last century, he was traveling alone on the road.
"The era that just ended was more than 6,000 years old, and that turtle still couldn't catch up." On the way, Wang Xuan thought of the strange turtle he met in the past.
It is strange, not only because it, like other strange people, can live in a decadent era, but also because it is so strange that it always oversleeps and misses the final extraordinary migration.
Perhaps it was because the journey was too long, and it couldn't catch up no matter how hard it tried. When Wang Xuan thought of this, he used his disaster master-level ability to extend the fate line, and finally he saw the big turtle lying on the road and sleeping.
Wang Xuan extended a "fishing line" from the fingertips of his right hand, then hooked the turtle and swung it hard, sending it into source No. 1.
This is the strength of a disaster lord, who can take action directly across the universe and the ocean. If he had to travel in the past, it would have taken him many years.
"Who is it?!" The old turtle woke up and stuttered, "Who is fishing for turtles at the end of deep space?"
With a sound of winter, it crashed into the alien sea that was migrating with the extraordinary source, and the huge waves submerged a special island.
"Turtle, you are finally here!" The island revived. It was a stone turtle. After seeing the old turtle, it rushed over without saying a word, faster than a tiger or leopard, and held down the old turtle and started beating it.
"I'll fucking make you late, and I'll beat you to death for oversleeping every time!"
The remains of the old turtle - the stone turtle, has been spiritualized and has not dissipated until now. In the eternal silence era with heavy snow, it fought with the original body.
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In this special era, Wang has traveled to the six realms of Yin and the six abandoned source sites of the past. Now he no longer needs to use the Dao Paper.
As the boat passed by, countless pieces of paper appeared with scriptures all over the sky. In the central universe of the previous era, the rhyme of Tao was surging and forbidden methods were presented.
This time, because his strength and cultivation far exceeded those of the previous era, his speed was also much higher than expected!
Although the various scriptures are far from the realm of the disaster master, "the directions of those ideas and wonderful methods can inspire him.
The small boat in the fog sailed away with a large amount of scripture papers. He was heading to the territory of Yangjiu.
He had explored part of it in the last century, but the harvest was not great and he could not even realize the true meaning of the immortal scriptures. Now he is the disaster master and is ready to try again.
Before he completely drove out of the Yinliu territory, he looked up and saw a large piece of black umbrella falling down, which turned into a large area of ash.
"The edge of the giant umbrella can no longer bear the weight." With a swish!
He disappeared to the top of the big umbrella, approaching the core of the entire Umbrella of Eternal Silence. He wanted to find out its essence and confirm some of his guesses.
As the cause of the disaster, he did not fail this time.
Born from nothingness and spreading from endless time and space to materialize, its essence is a special super natural disaster!
Wang Xuan stared, and with his spiritual eyes of the Lord of Disasters, he saw the essence. Tracing back to the end of the Umbrella of Eternal Silence, there was a tiny gap behind it, and some inexplicable substance was transmitted and finally materialized into this umbrella.
"Sure enough! There is a big problem in the real land. Even this super natural disaster wonder is decaying!"
Natural disasters are the priceless real substance that belongs to the Tao and radiates from it.
"Is there a living being breaking through the barrier or swallowing the Dao, or is everything just the opposite, or is there an unpredictable and terrible event happening?"
Wang Xuan stopped here and thought for a long time.
Afterwards, he traveled all over Yangjiu territory and found that he was indeed different from the past as the disaster master.
He materialized a sky full of scriptures, one after another, hanging in the rotten sky. The old place that had not seen any supernatural light for many years began to hear the grand sound of chanting.
In the end, Wang Xuan traveled to all the remains corresponding to the 36 sources and gained a huge amount.
He traveled alone, steering a small boat through the mist, appearing at the "end" of the vast ocean of the universe, comprehending various laws, and even finding other sources of annihilation.
Thousands of years passed, and more and more scriptures were floating around him. He was constantly seeking enlightenment and studying forbidden techniques, and his Taoism was slowly improving.
Time is the cheapest during the Eternal Silence period. Wang Xuan has been in seclusion for many years so he has not calculated carefully. If he uses his soul to roughly measure it, he estimates that tens of thousands of years have passed.
"Is this the limit of the disaster master's life?" During this period, Wang Xuan tried various methods to break through, but the results were not obvious.
Tens of thousands of years of hard training allowed him to improve his Taoism to the late stage of the Lord of Disasters. He had analyzed the Eternal Silence Umbrella and had gone deep into the world behind the Land of Life, but it was difficult to help.
When the myth was frozen for about 150,000 years, Wang Xuan woke up from the deepest level of seclusion.
Tens of thousands of years ago, he had already reached the end of his status as a disaster lord and could no longer improve even a little bit.
At this level, his perception was stronger than he could imagine, and he was ready to return home.
The great umbrella of eternal silence in the Yinliu Realm was falling down, black ash filled the sky, and it was completely decayed.
winter! ! !
Like a terrible and huge thunder, a dazzling light rose in the area covered by the umbrella, tearing the entire Umbrella of Eternal Silence apart, causing it to explode and dissipate completely.
"It's over, only a few hundred thousand years! The mythical ice age has come to an end, has the extraordinary also ended? Or will it be a flash in the pan, shining brightly before completely extinguishing?" Wang Xuan's heart was unsettled. Compared to the previous periods of eternal silence that lasted for billions of years, this time was particularly short.
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